The Fall of the Keeper

Peril awaits the enchanted woods...

A new day breaks; and I-
I wake up to noises in my mind.
"I'm awake!" "I'm awake!"
I say unto myself.

My grove is my dwelling,
And I, am its Keeper.
The Keeper may be ancient,
But the ancients survive.

My steps are small, weary.
But my mind wanders,
Meandering through the wood,
The Keeper stands alert.

An ancient evil has survived,
That needs to be exorcised.
Moonbeams grace upon the guilty
And the innocent alike.

Another day comes to a grinding halt.
My grove stands-
Blessed it is, by the Divine.
And stand it will, for the Keeper watches.

The night falls,
My angst will burn and keep me aware,
By the temple of the Damned,
The Uncleans stand, ready to strike.

And the coil of death wraps around,
For I stand alone, however ready.
The pact of death has been sealed...
But my soul remains, poised to chastise; for Glory!

You Art My Friend

This one's for all MY friends...

The day you came into my life,
You filled a void and stopped a strife
That was seething within,
And had caused quite a din!

But- before all that; on the day we met,
Little did I realise what I was to get.
You accepted me as I am and
Gently led me to another land.

With that gentleness you entered my life-
The subtleness with which one plays a fife.
The tale continues in the land you led me to
And I'm glad that there was not much ado

Befriending you has been so much fun,
A winding string of happiness that cannot be undone.
Our lives may meander in different ways.
But touched it has been, by Friendship's grace.

Our stay on Earth is but, ephemeral.
The relations we build? Eternal!
Such is the relation we share till the end,
Pride do I take when I say...

"You art MY friend."